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... In The Nineteen-thirties ... The Most Casual Reader Of Murder Mysteries Could Infallibly Detect The Villain, As Soon As There Entered A Character Who Had Recently Washed His Neck And Did Not Commit Mayhem On The English Language.

The Only Difference Between A Rut And A Grave Are The Dimensions.

Pessimism Is The Affectation Of Youth, The Reality Of Age.

The World Of The Egotist Is, Inevitably, A Narrow World, And The Boundaries Of Self Are Limited To The Close Horizon Of Personality.... But, Within This Horizon, There Is Room For Many Attributes That Are Excellent.

For My Own Purpose, I Defined The Art Of Fiction As Experience Illuminated.